Bearclaw Valley Problems do have solutions, you know

The boy went on to apologize? This did not make sense to Glaukos. It had happened, and he was owed nothing. Without the structure of the cult and the lessons he had learned, he would not have survived.

You are squeamish, he noted this with a raise of his brow. How else to describe the nervous energy within Ancelin that now propelled him? Glaukos huffed.

The altars were for sacrifices. Holy bones. Prayer by the bruin-king, but I did not see much. He thought back to those days but, whether it was because of the expanse of time and natural forgetfulness or a trauma block, Glaukos could not see that far.

It was a long time ago.